by Rebecca Copeland | Jun 24, 2026 | Family, Retirement
Retiring, clearing an office of years of accumulation may be bittersweet, but it often yields unexpected treasures. I have noted in an earlier post the letter I received from my high school teacher, Mr. Takacs. (Actually, it was a letter from me to me!) The other day,... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jun 10, 2026 | Retirement
A number of years ago, I found a letter in my campus mailbox postmarked October 19, 2012. It originated from Raleigh, North Carolina, where I had gone to high school. The return address was from Stephen G. Takacs. The name sounded so familiar but I couldn’t place it... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 18, 2024 | Memories
I hadn’t expected him to order coffee. No one ever did. I’d been working the midday shift at Charlie Goodnights for a week by then. In fact, hardly anyone bothered to stop by the bar on Hillsborough Street before 7:00 pm. My shift ended at 8:00. Mostly I spent my time... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 4, 2024 | Memories
Some evenings, I was so hungry, I would walk into the refrigerated case and scoop up a handful of the pre-shredded cheese to eat. I was tempted to pinch off pieces of raw dough, but that would have been too noticeable. I had to be quick. Whenever Dave sent me into the... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 20, 2024 | Memories
You would think I was destined to earn a living by driving. First school buses. And then in college, I drove the campus van into town and back on weekends, carting the few students who didn’t have access to a car. The van was smaller than the school bus, but it had a...
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